...it's now time for 1812 Overture.
Tchaikovsky has seized my soul from the grasp of Daredevil.
Momentarily.
I'm still very fond of Matt Murdock.
Especially after spending the entire day scrounging for traces of him in the library.
God help me, I've morphed into a comic buff! Overnight!
[pause]
Okay, I should stop my ranting before the entire world finds out about my deepest, darkest fantasy of having a spandex-clad, stick-waving, well-built, blind man who works as a lawyer by day and beats the snot out of bad guys as masked vigilante, Daredevil by night, as my boyfriend.
And that was a helluva long sentence.
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